He waits at the counter, while a group of nonsabenechisiano out there surrounding her figure, sprinkled with words and smiles, in reply just as many. She has a beautiful teeth, even if viewed from behind the glass case.
He waits for his nature and the expected waiting because he always expects the best moment, the (maybe) a little fairer than the last. And why would the first words were for two ears and not for a flock. Well, wait a while 'your' turn. "
And then come see The from behind the window, open the door, ringing, take off your sunglasses and voices blend in, dragging the burden of people, always smiling and stamps. Beats, hands in pockets, eyes darting and often random words, but the knot remains solid on the foundations of eight to ten feet.
He can not even look at the faces of those legs, because your mind is about you (no eyes, regular breathing and seek relief elsewhere).
Listen to the group without really feeling, and mentally while recasting his speech and the kind of smile to go with it.
smile or Really? Opt for instinct, so is always different from what is proposed to obtain.
She has a pink shirt with fruit drawn, and colored shoes without laces. She's got huge eyes that are light blue sizzling for mosquitoes others.
It seems that she has not noticed the presence in the room, so he decides to take this opportunity to throw some extra eye.
's beautiful.
Then back to fix anything, brings the look on the ceiling beams. Then again look elusive, so much.
Yes, it's beautiful. As always.
Then the shit all of a sudden it rains, all in a moment. He wants his hair for the umpteenth time with shifty eyes and at that moment sees two faces that are fixed for a moment, then quickly leaving the lips touching suspended their smile hidden by the kiss that never dies. Their eyes (your!) Appear twice as big and overflowing with normal patina glistens, that means more than what you might say.
He turns quickly, because the instinct to turn the skull into the right hands of the complaint, leading him to establish the fund over the counter. There are a lot of bottles in a row but even sees them.
look but not see, see but do not look. Fixed.
(oddiooddiooddio)
not know what to do.
not know what to say.
does not know what not to do.
You watch your fingers.
With fingertip spins the glass half full of bitterness. What a terrible irony.
quaff Then suddenly, without even thinking.
(oddiooddiooddio)
Let € five on the counter, do not think the rest did not even want to talk to the bartender. More than anything, would not support "wait you do the rest." He rises at a rapid pace and tip the door.
fact would not support the voice of anyone.
the corner of the eye that sees it and sees that Sa Sa. At that time knows that she knows he knows why and tip the door. Give the other hand (they had clasped hands God!) And comes to Him
But he is faster, pull the handle with his right hand and held it open before the face, so that it becomes another barrier between Him and Her, and exits.
feel that you are opening the door and coming out right behind him, but he is already on the road and walk through the cobbled climb of giving back to an unsustainable pace. Giving back to reality and faces.
its name suggests, does not hear him.
repeats His name and hastening the pace.
He heard their voice say "No, not now."
She says "stop" and stands in front. He quickly out of breath because her legs are much shorter and had to run even harder to get up the hill, he says "stopped" when he has already halted.
She stares at him, he drops his eyes, you do the same.
"Look I can not even look at you. I'm sorry not now." Then try to avoid it, passing it to the side. The stop again, this time grabbing him by the arm. It has a very small hand.
"No wait, I feel sorry," she says. Then come a couple of sentences that he does not focus and he would not even hear Hugh Grant doped up to Brandy. Hugh who among other things may emerge from time to time with a spring jacket hanging on to two fingers shoulder and saying "hey."
He has a way of blocking the stomach with nausea. Try to think of when it has already tried such a thing and this comes to mind spinning cups of Eurodisney. This time you are lying on the grass to masquerade vomiting. This time, the stomach seems to be much better but has the same cups in the head, and not feel like three-quarters full of water, no goldfish.
is usually a talkative type, on the edge of the talkative and wants to talk, always, even in situations horrible.
In this case, however, feel suffocated by vines.
think you have the face red or white, do not know.
certainly could not eat a flat bread or a package of crackers.
She's always beautiful, even now.
He does not know what to think, and the cobblestones there is a lot of dirt from one cube to another. They should clean them better, these streets.
Then he shakes his head and finds himself at the bar with a glass of bitter in hand, and this time it is practically empty. Outside there
Lei has not yet entered and is a beautiful summer day.
[This has never happened, he does not exist, neither do you. It all goes back to the same July 2010]
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